An emergency alert comes over the speaker... "In concern for our travelers' safety and to discourage terrorism attempts on the spaceport by locals, the lower spaceport market entrance has been locked for the day... Visitors are being provided with complimentary speeder rentals in compensation. Just state your ship designation and docking berth number to the rentals proprietor, and they will get you what you need. The upper entrance, which has superior security and turbolaser batteries, is still open. We apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused..."

Hailey stares at him for a while as one judges the aesthetics of a brick wall. She leans back on the cot and closes her eyes again. "Never mind. Just get me something for this migraine." She winces at the loudspeaker.

This head ache sure dims the mood. What terrorist attack are they talking about. Did I buy fuel already? *checks her receipts* No, but on the plus side, I do own this jacket...the time stamp shows we've been here a couple hours already. I hope Boris has gotten himself patched up.*Tali struggles to stand, head still swimming.*Gotta get fuel, before I get distracted again.